letter to myself:
january twenty-ninth,
marked the birth of
a child, eleven months after
rejected by the being
who brought him to life.
without knowing
what was going on
he was forced to
accept the reality of things
he tried again, once more,
to be accepted
once more, he tried
once more, rejected
he grew up, without her,
masking her existence with
the thought of her death,
a young boy, half secured,
growing with a father with
burdens from his youth,
has seemed to vanquish
obstacles set before him
through guidance
from the Almighty
he has grown now,
to a man of stature
humility, intelligence ,
peace and ambition
blessed with another
year of life, just to
pursue his dreams
he remains ever thankful
and never forgets that
the sum of all his flaws
has made him what he is
the depth of his imperfections
has sculpted such novelty
- k y r v t
